Neeny0113: I'm back again. Hugs to luvracci for being my first ever reviewer! claps Another thanks to Skyla Ladona for being the second reviewer and putting in some fabulous ideas.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness with a slight cracky flavor.
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In another world…
…what if Tezuka became drunk?
3 days has past since the Momo incident and everyone felt it would be better to not mention it (lest we forget how much Momo sounded like a whiny girl). Of course, there were the times where he and Kaidoh were fighting to the point Kaidoh reminded him of that problem in which Momo broke down crying (and whining about how he lost his manly figure). But now, this is a whole different story.
It was a normal day at Seigaku; The sun was out, the tennis team members were practicing as usual. It was just a normal day.
"15 minute break everyone!" Tezuka announced and the freshman (excluding Ryoma) collapsed.
"Inui, don't you think the freshmen could be a little, revitalized?" Fuji whispered over to Inui.
Inui, looking over at the freshmen with a glint on his glasses, replied, "Now that you mention it, they look exhausted for not doing that much work."
On that note, Inui didn't whisper that last part and everyone was looking at him, like a deer caught in the headlights. He noticed this of course and assumed they wanted what was going to happen next.
"Everyone, time for refreshments!"
Everyone (except Fuji and Tezuka) gulped. Inui brought out a jug of "water" and brought out the cups. Everyone (except Fuji, Inui, and Tezuka of course) ran to the opposite side of the tennis courts.
"It seems…harmless enough," Arai nervously spoke and shoved Horio out from the group of cowering people against the side of the tennis courts. "Go check it out Horio!"
"Why me? The upperclassmen should set an example for the lowerclassmen!" Horio wailed. "Or are you chicken?"
"What!?" Arai marched over to the drink table and took a cup. "I'll show you."
Arai pressed his lips to the cup. He tipped the cup, seemingly pausing for dramatic effect. Then,
"AAAHHHHHH!" screamed Arai.
"AAAHHHHHH!" screamed the cowering people.
"AAAHHHHHH!" screamed Arai once more.
"AAAHHHHHH!" screamed the cowering people, once more.
"Why are you SCREAMING!?" Momo yelled in response.
"It really does seem like water!" Arai nervously examined the drink and took a gulp. "AAAHHHHHH!"
"Not that again," Momo shook his head and went over to manslap Arai but Arai fell to the ground before he could give him the manliest manslap he could possibly give. "He reaks of alcohol for some reason!"
"You know what alcohol smells like Momo-sempai?" Echizen smirked a bit in which Momo glared a bit.
"Inui, get that stuff out of here," Tezuka ordered.
"Saa, I was wondering what it tasted like," Fuji smiled his normally creepy smile.
"It's supposed to be tasteless," Inui replied while putting away the supposedly alcoholic drink.
While everyone went back to practice, leaving Arai pushed up against the dark corner in the clubroom, Inui put away the drink but left a water bottle of it left on the table. Of course, because of the strangeness of what has been going on lately, Tezuka comes in and takes a sip of the drink. Of course, this is Tezuka we're talking about so he just bypasses everything about the drink and goes on with the practice like normal. Well, he thought that the whole thing was normal. To others, however, he was swaying and hiccupping the entire time. Cue Inui running back to exclaim that he found out what was wrong with his drink.
"I accidentally mixed up my juice with my uncle's concentrated sake. It was my mistake," Inui reasoned to everyone else.
"Well, now we know that Arai is going to have a freakish hangover tomorrow at practice," Momo reasoned.
"Saa, I wonder how Tezuka will react to that," Fuji pondered innocently.
"Uwah!" the ichinen trio screamed and in turn, the regulars turned their attention to them.
What the regulars saw could cause someone to have a seizure. What they saw was so inexplicably impossible to happen, that practice halted right there and all flying tennis balls hit whoever they were hit too.
"Tezuka-buchou, what are you doing?" Ryoma managed to get out before Tezuka smothered him even more in his big hug.
"Why, I'm appreciating our own Ochibi of Seigaku. Not every school has an adorable Ochibi you know," Tezuka SMILED and giggled, hugging Ryoma tighter.
"Te-Tezuka-buchou," Horio stuttered before fainting.
"Saa," Fuji smiled his seemingly innocent but still creepy smile.
"Tezuka! You're choking him!" Oishi, being his motherly self, was the only one to notice Ryoma turning a little blue.
"Ochibi!" Eiji ran over to the two and decided to make it a group hug.
"E-Eiji-sempai," Momo looked bewildered that his upperclassman could hug both Ryoma and Tezuka without being reprimanded.
"It seems that Tezuka took a drink," Inui replied flatly while examining the water bottle. "It's also interesting that he hasn't passed out yet, when comparing the effects on him to what happened to Arai. Ii data."
"I'm glad that my father didn't force the drink down him that one time we celebrated after beating Fudomine. The sushi shop might've been a mess," Taka sweatdropped while laughing nervously.
Of course, Eiji was having more fun with the seemingly drunk captain.
"He's awesome! Can we keep him Oishi?" Eiji looked over towards said fukubuchou with child like eyes while Ryoma dropped unconscious.
"Eiji, he's not a pet," Oishi shook his head.
"What is this place coming too," Kaidoh wondered out loud.
"Let's play!" Tezuka squealed as he ran onto the court, ignoring the fact that everyone else passed out for a second and then his jaw dropped. "Is everyone dead?"
Unknowing as to how to respond, Eiji just skipped on over and shook his head while taking up his racket.
"But, they aren't moving," Tezuka babbled while his eyes were getting watery. "My teammates are DEAD!"
Dumbfounded, the conscious regulars (that excludes Ryoma's body in the corner of the courts and also excludes Eiji for liking the Drunk Tezuka) just stood there as Eiji was comforting a crying/hiccupping Tezuka. So much for his stoic nature.